DP and I bought a run down house in a rough-around-the-edges but "up and coming" area. I didn't think it was that bad when we viewed the house but we've lived here about 6 weeks and I bitterly regret my decision especially after coming from renting in a naice area. It's pretty deprived. I'm struggling to come to terms with what I've done. Every day I see something new which makes me regret this all over again.
Location location location. I wish I'd listened to that mantra.
I had so many ideas for the house and now I feel like I don't want to "waste" money doing it up really nicely as I don't want to stay here. I no longer care about the doors, the floors, any of it.
There are chavvy kids and teenagers being anti social in the streets. I get that it's half term and the situation might be magnified but I just feel constantly on edge.
Neighbours screaming and shouting at each other at all hours of the day and night.
I have seen two separate pregnant women smoking.
We were going to TTC when we bought a house and were maybe halfway through the renovations but honestly I feel my ovaries shrivelling up at the thought. I don't want to have a baby here and I don't want to send my non-existant DC to school with these screaming, shrieking, swearing children.
DP says that I'm being nasty, dramatic and a snob, that it's not that bad here and I just need to get used to it, but I dread going home and find myself looking for excuses to stay late at work and browsing Rightmove...
Has anyone been in a similar situation? What did you do? What should I do? 